
[ wow it is GORGEOUS out today, huh? the sky is clear, birds are singing, there's just enough wind to keep the warmth of the sun from building up enough to get uncomfortable. it is, in other words, peak park weather—
—and thus peak picnic weather. someone has laid out a frankly ridiculous spread with just about every food you might expect, as well as a few others. sandwiches? there are like two platters. fried chicken? by the bucket! sushi? ...somehow, there's that too. why? well, why not? there are deserts, too; ice cream sandwiches, pies, cookies, cupcakes...
though, uh. the cupcakes appear to come with a catch. a very fluffy catch. there's a person-sized dragonish looking thing loafed next to the cupcake tower, tail curled around it in a possessive curve— who, as you watch, freezes in the middle of licking all the frosting off the top of the cupcake sitting on a plate between its forepaws.
...after a moment it slowly pulls its tongue back into its mouth. then licks a stray bit of frosting off of its nose. ]
...I don't suppose you'll pretend you didn't see that.
[ (or if you've got something else in mind, we can do that. I'm easy.) ]